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minnigan )
The silence of the mossy landscape was broken by quiet footsteps as the armored figure slowly trod through the young world's peaceful canyons. Very few creatures had ever stepped foot on the surface of the planet, save for a couple of synthetic-staffed mining and science stations. The four-armed figure was certainly the first to plant footsteps among the stones here.
In his head, he kept going over his friends cryptic messages. The tiger had always seemed a little otherworldly, but was always had good intentions. so why, he asked himself, was he wandering around in his new armor on some planet devoid of sentient life, looking for an answer for a question he hadn't asked?.
Quietly a gust of spores and pollen fell around him, silent as the boom of muffled, distant thunder registered in his ears. The air filters on the back of his suit hissed quietly as they scrubbed out another wave of spores and pollen, spitting it back into the atmosphere. Breathing unaided on this world was possible, but remarkably dangerous anywhere but on some beaches if the wind was good. The threat of lethal allergic reactions to the airborne pollen and spores was constant.
He came to a stop... something was tugging at the back of his mind. Something wanted him to pay attention. He stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Wordlessly, he put out a hand.... as a single tuft of pollen fell into his palm. He stared at it....
...and in a tiny flash of understanding, he suddenly knew full well what his friend was sending him to find. The tuft, and every spore and speck of life around him seemed to glow in his minds eye. His lungs pulled in a deep breath, and the med scanner picked up a very strong surge of endorphins.
With a smirk, he dropped the tuft of pollen, climbed up to the nearest tall rock overlooking the landscape he could find, and sat in quiet contemplation of the life all around him.
Man, this picture was sitting on my plate for what felt like forever. Originally it was just gonna be another power armor design, and I did a few drafts... nothing really special... nothing really popping out about it. But a few nights ago, he helped me cheer up by reminding me of some pretty important stuff and, well, this jumped into my skull. So, with his blessing, I set out to put this to paper and pixel. Needless to say, I'm glad I didn't rush this one
Minnigan © himself
Art © The armorer of flesh and spirit, as some have called him, me.
minnigan )The silence of the mossy landscape was broken by quiet footsteps as the armored figure slowly trod through the young world's peaceful canyons. Very few creatures had ever stepped foot on the surface of the planet, save for a couple of synthetic-staffed mining and science stations. The four-armed figure was certainly the first to plant footsteps among the stones here.
In his head, he kept going over his friends cryptic messages. The tiger had always seemed a little otherworldly, but was always had good intentions. so why, he asked himself, was he wandering around in his new armor on some planet devoid of sentient life, looking for an answer for a question he hadn't asked?.
Quietly a gust of spores and pollen fell around him, silent as the boom of muffled, distant thunder registered in his ears. The air filters on the back of his suit hissed quietly as they scrubbed out another wave of spores and pollen, spitting it back into the atmosphere. Breathing unaided on this world was possible, but remarkably dangerous anywhere but on some beaches if the wind was good. The threat of lethal allergic reactions to the airborne pollen and spores was constant.
He came to a stop... something was tugging at the back of his mind. Something wanted him to pay attention. He stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Wordlessly, he put out a hand.... as a single tuft of pollen fell into his palm. He stared at it....
...and in a tiny flash of understanding, he suddenly knew full well what his friend was sending him to find. The tuft, and every spore and speck of life around him seemed to glow in his minds eye. His lungs pulled in a deep breath, and the med scanner picked up a very strong surge of endorphins.
With a smirk, he dropped the tuft of pollen, climbed up to the nearest tall rock overlooking the landscape he could find, and sat in quiet contemplation of the life all around him.
Man, this picture was sitting on my plate for what felt like forever. Originally it was just gonna be another power armor design, and I did a few drafts... nothing really special... nothing really popping out about it. But a few nights ago, he helped me cheer up by reminding me of some pretty important stuff and, well, this jumped into my skull. So, with his blessing, I set out to put this to paper and pixel. Needless to say, I'm glad I didn't rush this one
Minnigan © himself
Art © The armorer of flesh and spirit, as some have called him, me.
Category All / All
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Size 590 x 765px
File Size 646.5 kB
Every single one of your pieces seem to convey a tremendous amount of emotion, and this one is no different. I can almost feel his sense of discovery. Yet another amazing job, I remain deeply humbled an envious of your talent. You are without a doubt one of the greatest artists I've ever had the privlage to admire, and I don't say that lightly. Keep up you're incredible work.
jezuz freaking crimminy Strype...the detail in that armor...the sheer amount of focus in the finer mechanics....you blow my mind 6-ways from sunday man. should i ever get a half-way decent sketch penned down of my character's mech armor (mostly run by a miniaturized Harrier engine and hydraulics) i'd be willing to pay a reasonable amount to see it drawn in by you. your work like this brings things to life.
keep it up man.
*Tanek*
keep it up man.
*Tanek*
This is astounding....
One of these days, I'm going to have to find the cash to commission you. You not only have the technical ability, but also the philosophical understanding to really show me this mechanical monster I've been wrestling with in my own work for more than a decade. I think that's probably why I respect your art so much; you have a kind of insight that is extremely rare. Moreover, you don't try to fight it, which shows in your work. It's what makes you truly exceptional; talented rather than merely skilled.
One of these days, I'm going to have to find the cash to commission you. You not only have the technical ability, but also the philosophical understanding to really show me this mechanical monster I've been wrestling with in my own work for more than a decade. I think that's probably why I respect your art so much; you have a kind of insight that is extremely rare. Moreover, you don't try to fight it, which shows in your work. It's what makes you truly exceptional; talented rather than merely skilled.
Now this is awesome.
Not figuratively, but literally, awesome. The single moment of 'emergence', that consciousness of the world, is pretty much perfectly encapsulated here. The description compliments it excellently, and the detailing on the armor and the way the light reflects off it is exquisite.
This is my favorite thing.
Not figuratively, but literally, awesome. The single moment of 'emergence', that consciousness of the world, is pretty much perfectly encapsulated here. The description compliments it excellently, and the detailing on the armor and the way the light reflects off it is exquisite.
This is my favorite thing.
Reminds me a LOT of some of Patrick Woodroffe's art, especially on his Second Earth book. Absolutely gorgeous, Strype, in every possible way. I also like the moment of awareness there. It brings to mind the old Nausicaa anime, by Hayao Miyazaki.
As always, adoring your work, oft-times silently.
Yours,
Mika
As always, adoring your work, oft-times silently.
Yours,
Mika
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